Stanley had made friends with a few girls, if he were to flatter himself and boast about it, then Richie would probably be jealous. He was sat next to two of them in his Geography class.

“What kind of bird are you?”

He asked softly, glancing at the bird identification cards the teacher had given out for the lesson.

“Im a Sparrow, shes a dove—“

The girl began but Stanley cut her off.

“No, I said what kind of bird are you?”

He looked at you, you being sat quietly next to your two friends.